Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S3E6

Hannibal: I want to be able to draw these streets from memory. I want to be able to draw the Palazzo Vecchio and the Duomo.

Bedelia: You won't be coming back here for a very long time.

Hannibal: Memories of Florence will be all I have. Florence is where I became a man. I see my end in my beginning.

Bedelia: All of our endings can be found in our beginnings. History repeats itself. And there is no escape.

Hannibal: You've packed lightly.

Bedelia: I've packed for you. This is where I leave you. Or more accurately, where you leave me.

Hannibal: This isn't how I intended to say goodbye. I imagined it differently.

Bedelia: I didn't. I knew that you intended to eat me. And I knew that you had no intention of eating me hastily.

Hannibal: It would be a shame not to savour you.

Bedelia: I have not marinated long enough for your tastes. When they come for you...

Hannibal: And they will come.

Bedelia: What will you say of me?

Hannibal: I will help you tell the version of events you want to be told. I will help you because you asked me to.

Bedelia: You may make a meal of me yet, Hannibal. But not today.

Hannibal: If I saw you every day forever, Will, I would remember this time.

Will: Strange seeing you here in front of me. Been staring at afterimages of you in places you haven't been in years.

Hannibal: "To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again, jiggity-jig."

Will: I wanted to understand you, before I laid eyes on you again. I needed it to be clear what I was seeing.

Hannibal: Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?

Will: Mine? Before you and after you. Yours? It's all starting to blur. Mischa? Abigail? Chiyoh?

Hannibal: How is Chiyoh?

Will: She pushed me off a train.

Hannibal: Atta girl.

Will: You and I have begun to blur.

Hannibal: Isn't that how you found me?

Will: Every crime of yours... feels like one I am guilty of. Not just Abigail's murder, every murder stretching backward and forward in time.

Hannibal: Freeing yourself from me and me freeing myself from you, they're the same.

Will: We're conjoined. I'm curious whether either of us can survive separation.

Hannibal: Now is the hardest test, not letting rage and frustration... nor forgiveness, keep you from thinking. Shall we?

Will: After you.

Hannibal: This is going to hurt. That bullet is still inside you. Chiyoh has always been very protective of me. Did she kill her tenant? Or did you?

Will: She did.

Hannibal: Excellent. You dropped your forgiveness, Will. You forgive how God forgives. Would you have done it quickly, or would you have stopped to gloat?

Will: Does God gloat?

Hannibal: Often.

Will: No. No, no, no, no, no...

Hannibal: Give that a moment.

Will: I can almost taste the butter.

Hannibal: Taste and smell are the oldest senses, and the closest to the centre of the mind.

Will: Parts that precede pity and morality.

Hannibal: They play in the dome of our skulls, like miracles illuminated on a church ceiling. The ceremonies and sights and exchanges of dinner can be far more engaging than theatre.

Will: What's for dinner?

Hannibal: Never ask. It spoils the surprise.

Will: No, no...

Hannibal: I don't indulge much in regret, but... I am sorry to be leaving Italy. There were things in the Palazzo Capponi I would've liked to read. I would have liked to play the clavier or perhaps compose. I would've liked to show you Florence, Will.

Will: The soup isn't very good.

Hannibal: It's a parsley and thyme infusion, and more for my sake than yours. Have another sip. Let that circulate.

Will: Are we expecting company?

Hannibal: I've taken the liberty of giving you something to help you relax. You won't be able to do much more than chew, but that's all you'll need to do. I didn't have an opportunity to ask you during our last encounter, but did you enjoy the exhibition? A different kind of evil minds museum.

Jack: Not that different. We were supposed to sit down together at your house in Baltimore. Just the three of us.

Hannibal: You were to be the guest of honour.

Will: But the menu was all wrong.

Hannibal: Yes, it was. Jack was the first to suggest getting inside your head. Now we both have the opportunity to chew quite literally... what we've only chewed figuratively.

Jack: Hannibal... Stop! Stop!